Chapter 18 Local Chronicles, Three Thousand Miles of Sword Light
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Hu Mansion, main hall.
The smell of cigarette smoke was like running water. This aroma made Su Qinian's spirit clear and clear, and some of the consumed mental energy was faintly restored.
Sure enough, he came from a wealthy family with a scholarly family background. Su Qinian sighed in his heart. Even the incense towers were carefully made. They were a mixture of agarwood and sandalwood, a quiet incense. Su Qinian only knew about this quiet incense.
A millennium-old store on Wenchang Street in Chang'an, Beijing, has a supply business in Ningshen Pavilion.
"The kindness of the young hero is deeply felt by everyone in the Hu family. This is just a thank you gift. Don't be dissatisfied with it, young hero. If necessary in the future, everyone in the Hu family will do their best, even if they die!"
Mr. Hu is sitting at the top, with a smile on his face and an elegant temperament. Now that the disaster has been eliminated, he has also regained a bit of the demeanor of a famous family. His words are like a spring breeze.
A servant held up a rosewood plate covered with red cloth, and opened it in front of Su Qinian. Astonishingly, there were pieces as big as a baby's fist, each weighing five ounces, as white as snow, with the words "
Snow silver with the four characters "Fengtian Chengyun". This is the snow silver engraved by the imperial court and issued. It is of very good quality. It is not the kind of silver that is circulated among ordinary people. Its purchasing power is very high. And what is now placed in front of Su Qinian is enough.
There are a hundred pieces of snow silver like this.
Five hundred taels of silver!
This is different from the two hundred taels offered by Hu Mansion before, it is more than double.
Su Qinian's heart is like a mirror, and he is a scholar. He naturally understands the other person's thoughts and ingenuity. This is also the way to behave in the world. The world is changing, and various closings are closed for the holidays. This is just drizzle.
Without further explanation, Su Qinian took out a piece of burnt yellow paper, put it on the tray, looked at Mr. Hu, and said, "Mr. Hu, please take a look at it."
Mr. Hu was slightly startled. When the servant came closer, he grabbed the burnt yellow paper and looked at it. He was shocked and froze his eyes.
"Qingshan Town Jiuligang, Wudang Qingyang Peak has 19 acres of fertile land, the head of the Ling family, Lingyuan Heli, Chixiao calendar 4891 years."
Mr. Hu remembers the Lingyuan River clearly. It was an ancestor of the Ling family in Yunyang County more than 500 years ago. It was also the 19 acres of fertile farmland that the in-laws specially handed over before leaving Qingshan Town.<
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"Back off!"
Mr. Hu dismissed several servants who were waiting on him, then looked at Su Qinian and said solemnly: "I dare to ask the young hero's name, but the Qingyang Peak lineage has been inherited."
"Wudang Qingyang Peak, Su Qinian."
When Su Qinian spoke, he was very calm and looked at Mr. Hu calmly.
After hearing this, Mr. Hu took a deep breath and hesitated a little. Regarding Wudang Qingyang Peak, although it is far away in the villages and towns of Yunyang County, because of this nineteen acres of fertile land, he has often read some local chronicles of Yunyang County since he took it over.
, and even the local chronicles of Shiyan Prefecture published by the entire Shiyan Prefecture government also understand that Wudang Mountain, the only major town in Shiyan Prefecture, should have seventy-two veins, but all the veins are incomplete, and now only twenty-seven veins are left.
The nineteen acres of fertile land he took over, more than five hundred years ago, belonged to the Qingyang Peak lineage, one of the seventy-two lineages that had been discontinued.
The vicissitudes of the sea, the passage of time, five hundred years are enough to annihilate everything. Mr. Hu did not expect that after more than five hundred years, the Qingyang Peak lineage would be continued again. He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. He did not expect to receive such a hot hand.
Shantao, as a big family in the village, has relatives who have opened trade routes in Yunyang County, and he also has one or two caravans that travel across the entire county. Mr. Hu also understands some truths. In the entire Yunyang County, there are Wudang clans.
There are many private properties in Feng, even involving cloth shops, Wenbao shops, Luchen Hang, etc. Many businesses are on the trade routes, and all kinds of transactions have more or less unavoidable contacts. Naturally, they can detect this secret.
Some wrestling.
After many years of worldly experience, and the warmth and coldness of the world, Mr. Hu has many things on his mind. The Qingyang Peak line continues, Wudang did not inform the world, the various sects, and even the court's Ministry of Rites did not send envoys to congratulate the reopening of the mountain gate, which is enough to explain some
Dongxi, although the Hu Mansion has some prestige and meager industry in Jiuligang and even the entire Qingshan Town, it is nothing compared to Wudang, a large town in the country. If he rashly intervenes, it will be difficult for Mr. Hu to judge the good and bad.<
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But when he thought about his little grandson in the backyard, who was still unconscious at this time, his immature little body was weak in various ways, and his internal organs were exhausted, Mr. Hu became hesitant.
Seeing this, Su Qinian did not urge him. The lights in the main hall were flickering and then still, and the air was a little stagnant.
After half a stick of incense, in this cold winter, Mr. Hu saw sweat on his forehead, and fine beads of sweat rolled down. He finally took a long breath, looked at Su Qinian, and said, "The Hu family has received these ten
The nine acres of fertile land are true, and the young knight can take them as much as he wants, but the young knight owes a great debt to my Hu family. Although the Hu family is not a wealthy family, they are also well-known for their scholarship and have learned the teachings of saints and sages. Not to mention being proficient in the classics and history, they are all remembered in this book.
Heart, reason, I need the young hero to give me a reason for the Hu family."
After pondering for a moment, Su Qinian nodded and said, "If you want a reason, fine."
Clang!
A green sword light bloomed, magnifying in front of Mr. Hu's eyes, like a sun hanging high in the sky for nine days. The sun shines all over the place. Every inch and corner of the soul is revealed. All evil spirits and darkness are purified. From now on, nothing is better.
Hidden, everything in the world has been seen through, the water is gurgling before your eyes, and the sound of the waves of the long river of destiny is still there.
After a long time, Mr. Hu came back to his senses. His energy was shaken. His eyes were bright and his temperament became more harmonious and transparent. His pupils, which were originally a little turbid due to the growth rings of time, became pure and clear again, free of impurities.
Disappear.
"But the Qingyang Peak lineage, the legendary "Life-breaking Knife"."
"Exactly."
Su Qinian nodded. His face turned slightly pale. The mental energy he had just recovered was exhausted again, and his energy and blood had also dropped a lot. With his current cultivation level, it was still a bit reluctant to perform such a first-class sword technique. If he had to gather all the energy in his body,
With the blood spirit, if you use all your strength to attack, you will probably only be able to manage three sword strikes.
"Okay!" Mr. Hu solemnly nodded, "After today, if Qingyang Peak needs it, the Hu Mansion will do its best."
Regarding the lost sword technique of "Xiu Ming Dao", which has been almost forgotten by the world, Mr. Hu once had a glimpse in the local chronicles of Shiyan Prefecture.
More than 770 years ago, the master of Qingyang Peak did not cultivate the "Qingyang Sword" of the Qingyang Peak. A "Life-breaking Sword" was in his hand to obey the destiny and get involved in the power of destiny. One day
, he was sitting on the Qingyang Peak of Wudang, and suddenly struck out with a sword. The light of the sword traveled across three thousand miles, illuminating the entire night, and killed a demon king from the North Sea hidden in Zhuxi County in the state to pieces, and his soul was scattered. ……
Next, the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves, and Su Qinian was not polite. In the next family banquet, Mr. Hu prepared demon wolf broth. Up to now, he has reached the seventh level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu", skin, tendons,
The tempering of bones and marrow has reached the end, and the demon wolf broth enters the abdomen and is quickly absorbed and refined by the physical body.
Three hours later, Su Qinian walked out of the guest room of Hu Mansion. He looked into the distance. The orange-red sunlight was pure. He waved his sword against the rising sun and stared intently. The sunlight seemed to be absorbed by his pupils. Yesterday's battle, although it was only a brief encounter,
Later, the little monk named Mingjue had a duel with the unknown scholar, but he benefited a lot.
Su Qinian deeply felt that he was superficial when it came to timing, location, and even the way to take advantage of fortune. Skills and cultivation were one thing, but actually fighting against others was another world. If it weren't for the huge gap in cultivation, among them
The outcome is unpredictable.
After practicing swordsmanship and showing off his boxing skills, after finishing the morning exercises and having breakfast in the main hall, Su Qinian stood up and left.
"Su Shaoxia, please accept it. I hope you will take your time, little grandson."
Mr. Hu handed over a package, and Su Qinian was not polite and took it. He was mentally sharp and naturally knew what was inside. The little boy was possessed by the evil spirit, and his internal organs were all in decline. Ordinary medicine and stone could not save him.
Su Qinian felt that he only had half a month left to live. Even if he returned to the mountain and used up everything in the package, Su Qinian could not tell whether there would be a glimmer of hope.
An hour passed, and after walking more than ten miles from the boundary of Qingshan Town, Su Qinian stopped and said calmly: "After following Su for ten miles, it's time for you to show up." (Updated at noon, please give me free recommendation tickets every day.
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